The Sound Of Running is the running blog of Marcus Ryder it accompanies the audio diary; audioboo.fm/TheSoundOfRunning and twitter feed of @RunningRyder. It charts the thoughts, musings and life of a keen amateur runner who is trying to figure out why he runs and why he loves it.
Warning: this blog will not make you a faster runner, slimmer or fitter. But hopefully it will make you think.

Sunday, 16 December 2012

Believe it or not it has taken me a little time before I have been able to say that.

Although I have an audio blog all about running,
despite the fact I run at least three times a week (sometimes five depending on
my training schedule) and despite the fact I have run two marathons in the last
year I didn't identify myself as a runner. I run - yes. But I'm not a "runner".

To me "runners" were people who wore strange little Seb
Coe type shorts. "Runners" were people who belonged to running clubs that all
seem to end in the word "harriers". In short "runners" were the nerds
of the athletic world. I'm not talking about the Olympic athletes I hasten to
add, I'm talking about the average kind of people who belong to running clubs.
Culturally I just didn't feel I fitted in.

In a similar fashion I cycle quite a bit but I would
never label myself as a "cyclist". I despise Lycra and don't feel I culturally
belong with "cyclists", this is despite the fact I cycle to work and back every
day, cycle more than I drive and probably cycle more than most people who do
profess to be "cyclists".

Just to complete the denial and hypocrisy; on the others side however I do think of myself as a
basketball player or at least an ex-basketball player. I used to play
basketball when I was younger but hardly pick up a ball now. That is because
culturally I feel more at home with people who play basketball even though I am not very good. I am definitely better at running than balling.

There are obviously strong cultural elements to how
you identify yourself and this is tied up with issues of race and class. To put
it simply when I look at people at running clubs I don't see people "like
me" but when I look at basketball clubs I see people "like me".

Your identity is not simply what you do but who you feel
affinity with. For example my Jamaican heritage is important to me, at the last
2012 London marathon people from all over the world ran and their nationalities
were recorded. Not a single Jamaican ran in the 2012 london marathon.

I think that is why I regularly thought of myself as a
guy who runs as oppossed to a "runner".

The fact is though I am a runner. It is part of my
identity. I might not feel a lot in common with some of the people at running
clubs but we share a common passion for placing one foot in front of the other
for 26.2 miles. Only fellow runners understand the pain and anguish we go
through and the joy and elation. To deny our shared experiences is to deny part
of myself. And in admitting to myself that I am a runner I feel my identiy has
grown and I have been exposed to a new world.

So I will say it loud: I'm a runner and I'm proud.PSIf I was in any doubt in the picture above I'm the one exhausted in the bottom lefthand corner, I am just like all the other people there(The original version of this blog appeared on audioboo.fm/thesoundofrunning )

Friday, 7 December 2012

Can my marathon running help me with the inevitability of getting older?

I’m 41.

If I’m not middle-aged already I am fast approaching it and
I’m pretty sure my mid-life crisis is just around the corner. Also according to
a raft of scientific literature I am meant to be entering the unhappiest period
of my life.

During your life happiness is supposedly U shaped. You are
at your happiest at the beginning and the end of your life and at your lowest
ebb in the middle of your life, around mid-forty, precisely the age I am now. There
are a number of reasons that people think this may be the case but I think marathon
running holds the secret to explaining it and might give us all a little hope.

When I line up at the start of a marathon I set myself a
goal of the time I want to finish in, in much the way we set ourselves goals in
life. At the start it doesn’t seem to matter if I go off a little bit too fast
or my pace is a little slow, I’ll be able to adjust later on and it will all be
OK. If I’m running seven minute miles it hardly seems to be too different from
the runner who is only a little bit ahead of me who’s running miles in six
minutes fifty – just ten seconds faster than me.

Then comes the halfway point, the mid point, or if we keep
up the analogy that the marathon is like life – middle age. At the halfwaypoint you more or less know if you are going to make your goal. If you cross
the halfway point at 1 hour 45minutes you are not going to do a sub three hour
marathon – although it can seem as if you are only 15 minutes off your target
you might as well be 2 hours off your target. At the mid point or middle age reality
lets you know how well you are going to do. If you haven’t met your goal this
realisation can be a little depressing.

But if marathons teach us this depressing reality they also
give us hope.

Firstly what you do in the second half of the marathon has
real consequences. What you do in the second half changes your finishing time
considerably.

Secondly if you stay positive in the second half you will do
a lot better than if you dwell on what you should have done in the first half.

So I’m going to try and take these lessons to heart both
when I am running my next marathon and when I feel a little anxious about
getting older and my next birthday comes.

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

In the last year running has taken me on some strange journeys.
I did my first marathon in Rio, ended up racing a complete stranger in Central
Park, New York and found myself naked in Amsterdam. I've embraced all the weird
and wonderful things that have happened as part of runnings rich tapestry but
now a new adventure has started that this time last year (before my marathon life)
I would have never anticipated.

I am now trying to get people to vote for me.

No I'm not running for political office. InsteadI entered a competition by Runners World Magazine to win professional coaching for the Paris marathon (I've written and audioboo'ed about it before). The first
stage was straight forward, around two thousand people entered of all different
abilities writing why they deserved to receive the training. This 1,700 runners
was whittled down to about fifty who had to attend a runners bootcamp in Birmingham
last week. At the bootcamp the organisers met the fifty in person, saw how they
ran, what running potential they had and I'm guessing who would benefit most
from professional training. This fifty was then further whittled down to twenty
odd.

Which is where my bizarre voting story comes in. I am
one of those twenty odd runners still left in the competition hoping to get
expert coaching. But the next stage is for other readers of runners world to
vote for you online.

In the last year of running I have learnt so much
about myself, I've been not just on a physical journey but a mental, emotional
and at times even philosophical journey (listen to the other audioboos). But now
I'm going to learn what it's like to actually try and get people to vote for me,
to try and be popular.

I was never class president or anything like that so
acually trying to get people to pick me will be weird.

I'm trying to say this experience will enrich my life
but I'm slightly worried I'll discover no one really likes me.

Whatever happens it proves running is changing my life in ways I'd never imagined. Oh by the way for anyone reading this please go on the
runners world website and vote for me.

As they would say in Britain; "that is the end of the party political broadcast" or as they would say in America "I am Marcus Ryder and I approve this message".(Original version of this blog post can be heard at audioboo.fm/thesoundofrunning)

UPDATE:Since writing this post the votes have been cast and the count is in. Unfortunately I wasn't picked but it was a lot of fun while it lasted.

Tuesday, 4 December 2012

As I become more interested in running I regularly aimlessly wander into sports shops and look at the vast array of running shoes. Nine times out of ten I'm not buying anything I just like being in a running environment. It's a bit like the way when I was younger I used to walk around record shops without a penny to my name.
All the running shoes i look at are in three broad categories: shoes for over-pronation, shoes forsupination and shoes for "neutral" runners. Basically the three categories are to do with how your foot lands and takes off when running; whether you run on the outside or inside of your feet or "neutrally". The shoes have padding to address any over-pronation or supination.
Many runners swear by their shoes but I'm increasingly beginning to think in a lot of cases the shoes are treating the symptom rather than the cause. I run neutrally but after my last marathon I was told I with a slight over-pronation. But instead of buying different shoes I suspected the problem was not my feet but my tired glutes after the marathon. I went to the osteopath and did exercises to strengthen my glutes. Hey presto new analysis of my running and I'm back to running neutrally.
The analysis was correct, I was over-pronating, but I treated the cause rather than the symptom.
I'm sure there are lots of things wrong with my running I just hope I have the foresight to seperate the cause from the symptom and become a healthier runner.
In the meantime I will continue to wander around running sports shops and covet all the running shoes, whatever category they are in.
(You can hear the originl audio diary of this post at www.audioboo.fm/TheSoundOfRunning )

Today I feel like a professional athlete. It is 6.45 in the morning and I am at euston statin waiting to catch the 7.03 train to Birmingham. I'm going to Birmingham to attend the RunnersWorld magazine boot camp training session, this is part of the magazine's competition to give four lucky winners professional training to run the Paris marathon in April 2013. My understanding is that out of a few thousand people who entered the competition they have now whittled this down to about 40 who are all attending this boot camp training session today. Out of the 40 they will pick a lucky 24 who will be asked back in December and from that number they will pick four who they will train in the new year.
I think the reason I feel like a professional athlete today is due to a phenomenon called cognitive dissonance. According to everyone's favourite academic authority wikipedia; "cognitivive dissonance is a term used in modern psychology to describe the feeling of discomfort when simultaneously holding two or more conflicting cognitions: ideas, beliefs, values or emotional reactions. In a state of dissonance, people may sometimes feel "disequilibrium": frustration, hunger, dread, guilt, anger, embarrassment, anxiety, etc." this morning I am definitely holding two "conflicting cognitions". The first is that I am a 41 year old man who is a television executive working at the BBC, the second is that only serious athletes dress in sports gear and get the 7.03 train to Birmingham to run around a track as part of a competition. If I am not a serious athlete what am I doing here waiting for my train. In the Wikipedia definition of cognitive dissonance I am experiencing embarrassment that comes with the condition. I feel I am play acting at being an athlete, deluding myself that I am a proper athlete and at 41 I should know better.
And so to resolve this cognitive dissonance, or to achieve what psychologists term consonance, I can do one of two things. One, just turn around and go back to work and forget all this marathon nonsense or two, say I am a professional athlete. (There is of course a third which is to change my belief that only professional athletes dress up in sports gear and go to athletic track competitions at 7 in the morning - but I haven't got there yet). And so as I am not about to turn around, change into my work clothes and head into the office I am left with option number two and that is to feel like a professional athlete.
And now come to think of it I believe that this is the reason why so many people take up running in later life. It can be the athletic equivalent of playing Dungeons & Dragons or Second Life, you are creating a new alternative identity for yourself. By day I may be a mild mannered television executive but by night (or in this case very early in the morning) I am an athlete. I may not be on par with Olympians like Jessica Innes or Mo Farrah but I have joined their "club". Exercise has long been recognised to keep you healthy not only physically but mentally as well but possibly on the mental level marathon running and racing keeps you mentally well by providing you with a new identity of who you are, in a way that just merely going to the gym doesn't.
So next time I am at a dinner party and someone asks what I do I think I will tell them I am a marathon runner who also does works in television and see how I feel about myself.

About Me

I am a keen amateur runner. I love running but I'm more interested in what running can help me discover about myself and life than what I can tell the world about running. Running is not simply putting one foot in front of the other as fast and for as long as possible any more than meditation is simply closing your eyes sitting cross legged on the floor